#Chapter 302: Kiss for the Camera

Karl As I get ready for bed, my mind replays the events of the evening, particularly the intense moment with Abby in the alley. We were so close to hooking up there—up until Leah arrived and reminded us that we weren’t exactly in the ideal spot for something like that. But then, Abby kept drinking. She handled herself well, but when I saw her stumble, I knew it was time to call it a night; so I took her home, and no matter how much it hurt, I had to reject her advances. My wolf, always present in my thoughts, chides me for turning Abby down. “She clearly wanted you tonight,” he growls inside my head. “You had a chance to make love with her again, to get closer to her, and you blew it.” I shake my head, staring into the mirror as I brush my teeth. “She was too drunk,” I argue as I spit my toothpaste into the sink. “It wouldn’t have been right. I don’t feel comfortable taking advantage of her, especially when she’s in that state. And besides, she always seems to regret our ho